Not that the show was the most mind blowing set of noise from Uncle Jam and the boys. It clearly was not for many reasons. But it was one of the funkiest I think I will ever see as there were at least 30 different players, singers, and damn near the entire nation was in the house and under the groove! If you were there that night, and it felt like someone pulled the plug on the show, it's because they did! Kinda. Starchild and Belita Woods didn't even have time to get warmed up good before the band lost power to their back line! George hadn't even took it to the stage yet, as the keyboards, some guitars and God knows what else, just disappeared!
Starchild looked back and forth, raising his hand to his ear in a attempt to communicate to the engineers. The drummer never lost the beat, and soon George came out to see what was going on. Seems the new venue has a few bugs to work out. I don't think they ever got the sound back completely after that. Good thing Uncle Jam is a vet, hell he did have his own army after all!
The Funk Mob kept it funky, as usual, and basically went into a jam session! They got the crowd in the mix with alot of call and response ("ahhhh skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet" and "shit...gaaddaammnn...get off your azz and jam"), and some freestlye rapping with his son and later on with his grand daughter Sativa, as the band took inventory and re-organized. They played most of their hits after that, but the audience definitely lost some of the funk, as the keyboards never came to life. It was hard to tell that the crowd even noticed, as they were loving every minute of the improv sets and George Clinton's verbal toe jam and crazy rhymes! At one point George told the crowd that they were just "gonna play some shit until they figured the sound out," who knew it would be the hottest shit that The Mob has played in years.